Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.